Amidst his swirling thoughts, he heard Zhang Tianming continue:
"That one is the junior chief of Golden University for the third years. The lady beside him is a dean at Golden University. They all personally came to Chongyang to attend a special banquet."
As he spoke, Zhang Tianming put down his wine glass and made a gentleman's salute:
"I would like to invite Miss Zhang to attend this special banquet with me."
Zhang Xiaoxi looked confused:
"Do I know you?"
"You'll know me in the future, Miss Zhang."
Zhang Fusheng, standing nearby, was thoughtful. The son of the Chongyang Military Commander... the direct descendant of a Grandmaster, why is he so eager to befriend Zhang Xiaoxi?
Is it because of the Source Point Research Institute?
He rubbed his chin.
"Is this gentleman a friend of Miss Zhang?"
Zhang Tianming suddenly looked towards him, took out two invitations from his pocket, handing one to Zhang Xiaoxi and the other to Zhang Fusheng.
He spoke with a sense of pride:
